A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

As promised, I've included a detailed illustration of the improvements I've been making to the heads on base. The image at the top shows the heads as they were when I arrived: cramped and smelly. They weren't good for moral, so I had a long talk with the Skipper. I basically just said I wasn't going to take this shit anymore and took it upon myself to make some much needed alterations. You see, I feel as if the head is a place a man goes to find solitude and communicate with Jesus. That being said, I just wasn't feeling the Lord's presence in the original bathroom configurations they had going on here at Camp Lemonnier.
The image at the bottom represents my changes. Take note of the open space. I can really stretch my legs now. That's important because I like to spend mulitple hours a day on the can. I've added a coffee maker to assist in the passing of fluids and a bookshelf so as to continually expand my mind. There is also a LCD television mounted on the wall. Now, sometimes I like to take time to catch up on today's sports by watching ESPN, but most of the time, I tune the channel to TBN so I can watch old washed up wrestlers talk about how Jesus changed their life. Nothing is more heart warming than watching Jake the Snake Roberts cry, nothing. Also, there's a painting of a Jesus fish.